It Was September
It was September,
the coming of Autumn’s season -
like a glass of wine poured,
rich and red and deep,
hints of cherry and chocolate,
long on my palate: September given
life
in the body and balance of a
Cabernet.
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Wine tastes best alone
Wine
tastes best alone,
on a quiet evening, warmed
by the rays of a setting sun,
the sounds of dusk turning to night
resonating in a rich, red bouquet.
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